That awkward moment after your campaign suffers a devastating defeat, that your Secret Service detail skulks away into the night.

"What? You mean they're gone? ALL of them? Oh, well that seems sudden."

Courtesy of GQ:  

At some point, early Wednesday morning, when Gov. Mitt Romney and family were tucked into bed, a quiet call went out on the radio channel used by his Secret Service agents: "Javelin, Jockey details, all posts, discontinue." 

Of all the indignities involved in losing a presidential race, none is more stark than the sudden emptiness of your entourage. The Secret Service detail guarding Governor Romney since Feb 1. stood down quickly. He had ridden in a 15-car motorcade to the Intercontinental Hotel in Boston for his concession speech. He rode in a single-car motorcade back across the Charles River to Belmont. His son, Tagg, did the driving. 

There is no formal guideline for the Secret Service agents in this situation; it's up to the discretion of the detail leader, who usually consults with the local police to make sure that his protectee's home won't be overrun by protestors and supporters all of a sudden. 

But the Service leaves quickly. No more motorcades. No more rope lines. No more bubbles. Familiar faces disappear, never to be seen again. 

Oh THAT'S gotta sting! One minute you are the great white hope of your political party and the next day you wake up with a bag over your head and some guy's severed arm under your neck. (Coyote ugly, look it up.)

However who can blame the Secret Service from beating a hasty retreat away from this arrogant, overly entitled prick. Let's face it, NOBODY really likes Mitt Romney.

In fact after the election Chris Christie, the next great white whale hope of the Republican party, called President Obama to offer his personal congratulations.

Asked if he had done the same for Mitt Romney: “No; we exchanged e-mails last night,” Christie said.“We haven’t spoken on the phone yet.” 

Ohhh damn!  I wonder if even Romeny's kids are speaking to him anymore?

But before you go feeling sorry for "Mr. 47%," just listen to how he treated his own campaign staff MINUTES after finally realizing he had lost:

From the moment Mitt Romney stepped off stage Tuesday night, having just delivered a brief concession speech he wrote only that evening, the massive infrastructure surrounding his campaign quickly began to disassemble itself. 

Aides taking cabs home late that night got rude awakenings when they found the credit cards linked to the campaign no longer worked.

"Fiscally conservative," sighed one aide the next day.

"Fiscal conservative" my ass! Try cheap bastard.

What can you say, the guy's a douche.  And fortunately for the country, even after spending hundreds of millions of dollars and aggressively attempting to steal this election, the voters decided they would MUCH rather have the biracial. Hawaiian born, intellectual in office rather than the Mormon over privileged, fake tanned douchebag, in the Oval Office.


And just when I had almost lost hope in the American people.